Chapter 153

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the shop assistant really wasted his saliva. He was very angry at the sales failure and the Commission.

Yang Zimei bought two 3202 mobile phones. Alan couldn't see his eyes with a smile. That was 10% of the Commission. He made more than 600 yuan at once.

She regretted that she didn't have her eyes, and let Alan take advantage of her.

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with her mobile phone, Yang Zimei wanted to go directly to the shop to see how the decoration was going.

Not far out, they were stopped by four people.

"Yang Zimei is not bad. She dares to rob her boyfriend with Miss Murong. She just doesn't know what to do." The front of a long face of the flesh of the man looked up and down her way.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei naturally used her toes, and she could think of who they were.

"Oh? What do you want? " Yang Zimei's light way.

"What do you want? Our friends naturally have to help Miss Murong get angry. Miss Murong said, if you know how to look, stay away from her boyfriend and let me beat you. If you don't know how to look, it's hard to protect your beautiful and lovely face from being scratched a few times. "

As he spoke, the man swayed his knife in front of her eyes.

If he had changed other girls, he would have been shocked, but he was surprised to find that the girl in front of him was not flustered at all. He still had a light expression, but the radian of the corners of his lips rose slightly, as if with a sneering smile.

Her attitude angered him!

No matter what, he is also one of the four bullies in a city. I don't know how many people see him and stay away from him. But the girl is still very disdainful. Does she think she dare not come to really?

In any case, the Murong family can put an end to what happened, and helped Murong Yan. When she said something nice in front of her uncle Murong Yunqing, so that she could join his organization, it would be announced.

As for the little girl in front of her, it's a pity that she was disfigured, but who let her not recognize her face?

Thinking of it, the knife in his hand shook and wanted to draw a bloodstain on her neck to intimidate him.

Who knows, I saw a simple hand of Qian Qian, and the knife on her hand did not know how to get to her hand --

only felt a cold neck --

reaching out and touching, it was all blood.

He quickly pressed down the bleeding neck. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and no major artery was injured.

He looked at Yang Zimei with a knife in his hand with a bit of horror, and saw that her pupil was as black as an abyss, and her eyes were as bright as an awn.

Intuition told him that the girl was not something he could afford.

"Go back to let Murong Yan know something!" Yang Zimei coldly left such a sentence and turned away.

"Lingo, are you ok?" One of his younger brothers came up and said, "you're all scratched by her, so let her go? Why don't our brothers come forward and beat her up? "

Looking at Yang Zimei's light figure, Lin He waved his hand. "Things are not so simple. We'd better not go into this muddy water. She is definitely not an ordinary person."

"I didn't see how she did it just now. Your knife is in her hand. Does she know how to transplant flowers and trees?"

"I don't know. I just feel her breath is terrible. Let Miss Murong find someone else to settle her down." Lin He is very self-conscious.

It was his self-knowledge that saved him and his brother.

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